"Waiting for wired money." That's what the text from Vickie said. I turned to the guy selling the witch wood guitar. "Excuse me for a minute?" I asked. "Sure," he shrugged. I left Vickie in charge of the shop while I was on the road. Actually she was in charge of the shop even when I wasn't on the road. She would not have bothered to text me if she wasn't pretty sure it was going to happen. "Cool beans," I texted her. "You sound like such a gomer when you say that," came back. "Can you handle shipping or do you want me to take care of it?" I tapped out, "I'll be home in a couple of days." She came back with "I'll take care of it." "Cool beans," I texted. I'm sure if it was possible to text an eye roll, she would have, but the exchange ended. "Good!" I thought. "I have gas money to get home now." I turned to dirty ball cap guy and his haunted guitar.

The Pepperjackcaster will soon be on its way to France. Which guitar do you think will sell next?